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Johnny Cash – The Man Comes Around: A Song of Judgment and Redemption

In the realm of American music, few figures stand as tall and iconic as Johnny Cash. The Man in Black, as he was known, possessed a voice that resonated with both grit and grace, a voice that could convey both the depths of despair and the heights of hope. And among his vast repertoire of songs, none is more haunting and thought-provoking than “The Man Comes Around”.

Released in 2002 as the title track of his album American IV: The Man Comes Around, “The Man Comes Around” is a stark and somber reflection on mortality, judgment, and the search for redemption. Cash, weathered and worn by his years of battling personal demons and health struggles, imbues the song with a sense of weary wisdom and hard-won acceptance.

The song’s opening lines, “When the man comes around, the man comes around”, set the stage for a reckoning, a moment when all will be held accountable for their actions. Cash’s voice, gravelly yet still imbued with a flicker of defiance, paints a vivid picture of a world teetering on the brink of judgment.

The verses that follow delve into the depths of human sin and suffering, with Cash delivering each line like a hammer blow. He sings of the unjust who remain unjust, the righteous who remain righteous, and the filthy who remain filthy, all awaiting the inevitable arrival of the “Man”.

The chorus, with its haunting repetition of “When the man comes around”, serves as a stark reminder of the inescapable nature of judgment. There is no escape, no hiding place, when the “Man” arrives.

Amidst the darkness, however, there glimmers a faint thread of hope. In the bridge, Cash sings of a “voice in the midst of the four beasts” and a “pale horse” upon which “Death” rides. This imagery, drawn from the Book of Revelation, suggests the possibility of redemption, of a final reckoning that offers not just punishment but also the chance for salvation.

The song’s final verse ends with a plea for mercy, a desperate cry for forgiveness from the “Man” who comes around. Cash’s voice, raw and emotional, conveys the depths of human frailty and the desperate longing for redemption.

“The Man Comes Around” is a powerful and unsettling song, a stark reminder of our mortality and the consequences of our actions. But it is also a song that offers a glimmer of hope, a suggestion that even in the face of judgment, redemption may be possible. Johnny Cash, with his weathered voice and world-weary wisdom, delivers the song with a gravitas that is both haunting and deeply moving. It is a song that will stay with you long after the final note has faded, a song that challenges you to confront your own mortality and seek redemption while there is still time.

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Lyrics

“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunderOne of the four beasts saying,‘Come and see.’ and I saw, and behold a white horse”
There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ namesAnd he decides who to free and who to blameEverybody won’t be treated all the sameThere’ll be a golden ladder reachin’ downWhen the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand upAt the terror in each sip and in each supWill you partake of that last offered cupOr disappear into the potter’s ground?When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singin’Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettledrumVoices callin’, voices cryin’Some are born and some are dyin’It’s alpha and omega’s kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till armageddon no shalam, no shalomThen the father hen will call his chickens homeThe wise man will bow down before the throneAnd at his feet they’ll cast their golden crownsWhen the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust stillWhoever is righteous let him be righteous stillWhoever is filthy let him be filthy stillListen to the words long written downWhen the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singin’Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettledrumVoices callin’, voices cryin’Some are born and some are dyin’It’s alpha and omega’s kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treesIt’s hard for thee to kick against the prickIn measured hundredweight and penny poundWhen the man comes around
“And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beastsAnd I looked, and behold a pale horseAnd his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him”

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